links // happiness, hysterics, and hamilbros


This week I had a lot of thoughts about personal perception and the internet. It started with a great post from People of the Second Chance titled, Are Your Your Own Bully or Blessing? My roommate and I have a love of the mommy-bloggers. They are great, they live mostly happy lives, everything looks great, they own amazing shoes (that are often gifted from companies to blog about), and they are all about a size 2s. There is no size 2 in my house. That being said, in our house are people who suffer daily with P90x, run marathons, or if you’re me dance and take the most aggressive barre classes in D.C. (woot! Barre3 Union Station). But in the world of perfect bloggers who become models who become fashion designers, it’s easy to see why normal-sized America doesn’t want to put out photos of their #OOTD (Mom, that’s Outfit of the Day) or their “oh my gosh I’m having so much fun on the beach in my tiny swimsuit #embraceyourself” photos. This makes me sad. Also, this is really deep for the opening section of the weekly links. But just think about it, or just watch the million videos linked below, and then think about it:

  • Spending too much time watching all the trailers for the new fall season. ABC is trying real hard with these options (just saying, some look better than others).
  • Wondering how Oscar Isaac became the internet’s boyfriend. I would like to say I tried to weasel in there first, but alas, the internet beat me. This is really just an opening so I can tell an embarrassing story about myself. So, my downstairs neighbor, Adam, really loves Star Wars (like maybe a bit too much). My favorite character from the original trilogy is Wedge Antilles (the x-wing pilot), much, I’m sure, to Adam’s concern. I mean what isn’t to love, he’s a man who wants to help people, has a job, probably a stable income, he’s single and ready to mingle…I digress. So coming into the new movie I was worried no one could live up to Wedge (Adam was also concerned — not at all), but have no fear, Oscar Isaac appeared on screen and within seconds, I moved on to a new x-wing pilot. Cause sometimes you have a movie type.
  • The concept of happiness differs from country to country. My favorite: utepils (Norwegian, “a beer that is enjoyed outside . . . particularly on the first hot day of the year”).
  • Funny men doing (super slow but hilarious) funny things.
  • Learning about the history of the Smash (no not the two-season lived NBC show about Broadway) as I work on signature cocktail recipes for two friends upcoming birthday.
  • Like me, Joe Biden loves ice cream. Also like me, Joe Biden loves Jeni’s. The not-yet-in-season Sour Cherry & Goat Cheese will change your life.
  • Wishing Marco Rubio had this twitter rant moment when he was still running for President. People may have liked him more.
  • When “smart” celebrities go on Celebrity Jeopardy, we quickly learn that a. they (the former RNC chairman, a CNN report, a 60-Minutes anchor, etc) aren’t smart, and b. Louis C.K. is.
  • Getting so excited about Sutton Foster’s return to Broadway. Like, excited enough that this got it’s own bullet point and wasn’t relegated to the Broadway paragraph).

All Things Hamilton (or all of Broadway).

I mean, they legit are everywhere at this point. But for the sake of sharing, Lin speaks at Penn and makes me wish the future was in the hands of artists and not politicians/voters. While Lin is doing that (and celebrating Rent’s 20th Anniversary), the rest of the cast is telling Playbill about their favorite Hamilton moments. Hair Twin and the Man Who Stared Into My Eyes performed at the ESPN Upfronts. Also, having all the feels with Cynthia Erivo’s Color Purple performance on the Today Show. Oh, and this video, which I would like to claim has nothing to do with Hamilton, but since it’s about the Tonys that would kinda be a lie (But it does have a wee bit of language) — Sugar, butter, flour…vodka.

Emporiyum comes to D.C.

The Emporiyum is a food-extravaganza and this past summer, it was in Baltimore and much to my sadness, I didn’t make it (mind you cider was had and dinner at Woodberry Kitchen so it wasn’t really a loss). But, when it was announced that Emporiyum was coming to D.C. I was in! So with my V.I.P. ticket in hand, and a partner in crime to explore I ventured off to Union Market and ate and drank and was joyful.


The vendor line up includes tons of great D.C. foodies that I love: Toki Underground, Neopol Smokery, and Astro Doughnuts. But I really was excited by the out-of-towners and there were a lot of them. Charleston, S.C. natives Bittermilk and Jack Rudy Cocktail Co. showed what small-batch mixers can do for a cocktail. Between Bittermilk’s Smoked Honey Whiskey Sour mixer and Jack Rudy’s Small Batch Tonic, I knew my bag was about to get a bit heavier and my wallet a little lighter.




Woodberry Kitchen came down from Baltimore with lechon tacos in tow and this gluten-free girl did a little dance of joy (well, as much of a dance as is possible with a lot of people around). That dance of joy continued all the way to Brooklyn Slate. Funny story there, I love me some Brooklyn Slate, not shocking based on my love of cheese boards. Once upon a time on a trip to NYC, I acquired a couple as Christmas gifts on a trip to Brooklyn Flea. Nothing sounds bad about that, right? Wrong. It was at the start of the day and apparently I was going to schlep those slate boards (and a cake stand) all over the city for the rest of the day, which included shoving them into a locker to not have to balance them on my back while ice skating. It was really nice to be able to make a purchase and then put it straight into my car. It’s the little victories.



Of course, I had to end with my favorites, D.C.’s own Typecase Industries. If you are looking for fun letterpress cards, prints, and coaster…Emily, Alessandra and Stephanie are your girls. They regularly take all my money with their amazingly hysterical cards and their D.C. centric prints and coasters. Also, if you need a koozie reminding you that you’re a “Grown Ass Woman”…they can help you out. They’re good like that.




Just because, why not end the day with Jeni’s Splendid Ice Cream.